Everlasting Dragon Emperor Chapter 510: Zhang Xiaocheng King

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The sound came out, and everyone watching around was stunned, looking at Lu Ming in amazement.

Where did this guy come from? It was so bold that he not only severely wounded the holy wind and snatched his storage ring, but now he actually asked Shengkong and the others to pay 50,000 spiritual crystals each?

This is simply a blatant robbery.

Everyone is already messed up, and Shengkong and the other two are even more surprised, staring at Luming incredulously.

"What did you say? What did you say?"

The other young man in the Holy Family simply suspected that he had heard it wrong.

In the Profound Sky City, how dare someone treat them this way? Even the hero of the Mu family dare not.

"I don't want to repeat it again, within three breaths, surrender 50,000 spiritual crystals, one!"

Lu Ming just started counting.

"You... don't go too far. This is the Profound Sky City, not the eastern part of the palace. You are looking for death, looking for death!"

Shengkong yelled frantically.

"Two!"

Lu Ming didn't pause at all, and began to count to two.

"Damn it! Damn, you guys, hurry up and take down this kid!"

Shengkong shouted at the armored sergeants.

However, the armored sergeants were indifferent.

They are under the jurisdiction of the palace lord of the Xuanxuan Palace and are only responsible for guarding the city gates. As for the personal grievances of other emperor gods, they will not interfere.

"Three!"

At this time, Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.

"Quit!"

Shengkong and another young man from the Holy Family retreated wildly, as fast as lightning.

But they are faster, and Lu Ming is faster.

Huh!

The spear in Lu Ming's hand was directly drawn out.

Touch! bump!

The barrel of the long spear was drawn directly on the faces of the two Shengkong.

The two screamed and flew far away.

"Now, it's not a matter of fifty thousand spirit crystals!"

Lu Ming strode over to Shengkong.

"Lu Ming, **** you, **** you!"

Sankong screamed hysterically, feeling that half of his face was not his own anymore.

"Bold, whoever dares to beat the people of my holy family, look for death!"

At this moment, inside the city gate, there was a violent shout, and immediately, a figure swept over like a gust of wind.

Shoo!

Are people coming or not, a water sword condensed by currents pierced Lu Ming's eyebrows.

The sword of water flow contains a powerful artistic conception of water.

Lu Ming's expression changed. This sword made him feel a strong threat.

In an instant, the true essence in his body burst out frantically, the mood converged, and a shot pierced forward.

Touch!

With a clear sound, Lu Ming discovered that the sword of water flow was harder than the average level four spirit soldier. At the same time, a vast force exploded, Lu Ming's body shook, and he couldn't help but retreat again and again.

At this time, a figure emerged and appeared beside the two Shengkong.

This is a young man in a blue robe, twenty-five or six-year-old, handsome, but with a hint of arrogance between his brows.

"Holy River, it's holy river!"

As soon as this young man appeared, there were bursts of exclamation from the side.

"I didn't expect Shengjiang to be nearby. That kid's days are over. Shengjiang set foot in the king a year ago!"

"But having said that, this kid is really courageous. He even dared to fight the hero of the Holy Family. I heard that he came from the east. I guess I have never heard of the prestige of the Holy Family!"

Some people shook their heads.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, you just came here. This kid dares to hit us and insult our holy family. It is unforgivable. Brother Jiang, you must abolish him for me!"

When Shengkong saw Shengjiang, he was ecstatic and shouted in excitement.

But it was Sheng Jiang's kick that responded to him.

Shengjiang kicked and directly kicked Shengkong in the face, kicking him directly.

"The trash, was beaten so badly by a kid from the east. I really lost the face of my holy family!"

Shengjiang glanced at Shengkong coldly, then glanced at Lu Ming again, and said: "But, my holy family, no matter how trash, no outsider can beat him, boy, since you moved Hand, the consequences, you have to bear it!"

His eyes are contemptuous, with a high expression on his face.

Lu Ming curled his lips and sneered: "Oh? According to your opinion, they shot me, I can't fight back? The world makes sense?"

"Of course you can fight back, but if you fight back, you will have to pay a corresponding or more severe payment, why? Do I still need to do it myself?"

Shengjiang said lightly.

"Nonsense, if you want to do it, do it!"

Lu Ming drank coldly.

Shengjiang's face became gloomy, and he said coldly: "You are stubborn, don't think that you can stop me, and you can fight me. It's naive. Now, I will show you the little king. The gap with the lower kings!"

While speaking, Sheng Jiang burst into a powerful breath.

The breath of King Wu’s quadruple peak, and the first-level artistic conception of water Xiaocheng.

Immediately, Shengjiang waved his hand, and suddenly a large amount of water condensed in the sky.

These water streams are all transformed into a handful of water streams.

"Kill!"

As soon as Shengjiang waved his hand, at least a hundred swords of water flowed towards Luming.

The sword of water pierced through the void, bringing with it an amazing sonic boom.

Lu Ming's eyes were a little dignified, his palms were empty, and the infinite thunder power condensed between the heaven and the earth, forming a handful of thunder spears.

"Go!"

Lu Ming waved his hand, and the spear of thunder flew out and blasted with the swords of water.

Touch! bump! bump! …

In the sky, there was a roar of victories, with more than a hundred sounds in a row.

This is the collision of artistic conception and artistic conception!

Finally, the sword of water and the spear of thunder disappeared together.

The eyes of the people watching the game widened in shock.

Lu Ming, how can it be possible to stop Shengjiang’s attack?

"The artistic conception, this is called Lu Ming, the artistic conception of Lei has reached the first level of achievement, and the artistic conception is no worse than the artistic conception of the king of Xiaocheng!"

"Awesome, awesome. In this way, before he breaks through the small king, there will be no bottlenecks, and he can pass the customs all the way. I think within two years, this Lu Ming will be able to reach the small king!"

The artistic conception is reached first. As long as you accumulate energy, you can break through, but for ordinary people, even if they keep refining the ultimate spirit crystal~IndoMTL.com~, it will take a year or two.

This is already fast.

"Boy, it turns out that your thunder mood has broken through the first level of achievement. No wonder it is so arrogant. However, combat power depends on a comprehensive combination of various factors to form a strong combat power. You and I , It's far from it!"

Touch!

Shengjiang stepped forward, the true essence in his body boiled like essence, beating like strands of blue flame.

"Cut!"

In the hands of Shengjiang, a five-level middle-grade spirit soldier war sword appeared. The majestic true essence and the artistic conception of water merged, and then it was cut out with a single sword.

A gleaming blue sword light, one hundred meters long, slashed down towards Lu.

"True Dragon Strike!"

Lu Ming yelled and burst out with all his strength, stabbing him with a single shot. Dragon King of Ten Thousand Ways